Marry me.
I see sixty years worth every time I kiss your lips.
I want to hear you complain about my crazy driving.
I want to be part of your signature scent.
I want your arguing stares upon me every time I forget something in the house.
I want to see your face when I turn to look on my bedside.
I want to laugh every time you talk about your co-workers.
I want to tell you ' you still take my breath away' even when life has nearly taken all breaths.
But what I don't want is having a life where you are not in it.
Marry me?
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A Thousand Nights.
RomansaEndless poetry for the restless souls that wander through life seeking evergreen words.